LABF14 - Treehouse of Horror XXDracula: Ah, Halloween, the one night when we can walk the streets undetected.
Jimbo: Hey, lame-os. Turner Classic Movies called. They want their costumes back.
Frankenstein's Monster: We lame-os?
Marge: Friends of Homer's?
Homer: They're not my friends.
Dracula: We brought a bottle of booze. Boooooze!
Homer: Come in! Come in!
Dracula's Wife: You'll be sucking your own blood tonight.
Homer: Lighten up, ladies. It's not cheating when you're wearing a costume! (screams) Not the face!
Ralph: Hooray for Different-Face!
Skinner: Lisa Simpson in detention?! My horoscope told me I'd see something interesting today, but I thought that meant the horoscope itself!
Edna: Hello? Hello? Oh! I've been ding-dong-ditched!
Bart: Yeah, 'cause you're smart. You don't say kill, you say prank. Like Mom and Dad say snuggle when what they really mean is let's lock the door and hug.
Lisa: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Edna: Oh, Lisa! Come hold this blade so it doesn't slice through my neck. Come on. I trust you completely.
Bart: Slice her like a bagel!
Bart: I've been waiting for you...and trying to figure out how girls pee.
Willie: Crisscross! Like the plaid on me kilt!
Bart: You're not wearing a kilt.
Moe: A little tip...you might want to wash me before you eat me.
Homer: (whispering) Now remember, no loud noises. (shouting) Oh, man, that breeze feels good! To the panic room!
Marge: We don't have a panic room!
Homer: To the panic room store!
Marge: That was so noble of Apu to give his life for us.
Apu: Where are you going?! You were supposed to stop at the bottom and wait for me!
Marge: Hold it right there, bub. What kind of civilized people eat the body and blood of their savior?
Moe: (singing) Oh, why can't no girl love a guy with this mug. Whose mother declared you're too ugly to hug?
Barney: How's about pouring me a beer, ugly?
Homer: Woohoo! An unattended tap! Like taking beer from a baby!
Kang: This is the best musical in light years.
Kodos: Light years measure distance, not time.
Kang: You know what I meant.
Moe: Marge, I loves youse. Will youse be mines?
Marge: Homer, does this mean you still love me?
Homer: Of course I do, Marge. Can you still love a man who's half-beer?
Marge: I always have.